There is much in the field that would try to snag you and make you fall. There are holes you cannot see on your own. This is why you must hold on to my hand to guide you through. Keep your eyes on me or you will become afraid. I will keep you safe and you will be free to play and dance.

You are not a part of the field, but you are a stranger among the wheat. You are unique and your purpose is sure. It is not for you to fit in. If you become the same as your surroundings, then how will others be able to look to you?